A young girl once said to me
that it's ok to cry
and that her sister does the same thing as me
I asked what she meant, but she disappeared
and the next time I saw her
she was starring back at me in the mirror
but she wasn't the same
she had bloody cuts and scars
and she had dark, almost black eyes
she fell into depression
when she came crashing in
I realized that that little girl is me
and that little girl is fighting to be happy
she has black hair
black eyes
and bruises
cuts
burns
her new best friend is the blades in her dresser
she can't even fake a smile any more
she's fading deeper into the depression
she's a little girl who can't speak without crying
she can't smile without lying
she cuts
alone
in her room she sits
and slits her wrist
that little girl is still fighting
her demons
she's fighting to be herself again
that little girl is falling deeper into depression
shes tired of crying
sick of lying
yeah she's smiling
but can't you see inside?
look in her eyes
she's dying
she tried screaming for help
but nothing happened
now look she's stuck
in this broken world with sad eyes
and I have a bad feeling
she's going to let the depression and her demons win this time
That little girl is me
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Stay strong
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